Wife Please Be Obedient Chapter 240: : Stand still

A lingering spring rain lasted for five or six days, with the residual chill of the early spring, which made people add an extra coat, but it still felt a bit cold.

After having breakfast early in the morning, Qin Guanglin drove steadily to the door of the school, watching her say goodbye to herself under the umbrella, and then turned and walked into the school gradually away, until she turned a corner and disappeared into the campus. Restart the car and drive to the company.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Has Miss Xiaohe eaten? Would you like to have some?"

"No, thank you."

Wen smiled and greeted other teachers, so why not sit down at his office and organize today's work.

After staying in a familiar environment for a long time, the gloomy memories of the past have become illusory, as if they were just a dream.

It seems to be good now.

Unconsciously, her mentality was affected, and she was not as resistant to Qin Guanglin's work as before, but there was still a faint worry in her heart.

Only through the past few years, through all the things she has experienced, can she really get rid of the shadow that looms over her heart, and she will be truly relieved.

Psychological diseases are the most difficult to treat.

It can only be healed slowly by time.

"Little Hu, let me refer to your lesson plan for reference."

"Oh, I forgot yesterday..." What's the matter with teacher Xiao Hu looking eagerly.

"Here, don't copy against it."

"What copy, this is called reference, reference."

Why shook his head helplessly and turned to look out the window. There were delicate and tender yellow leaf buds hanging on the tree. The light rain continued silently, and twos and threes of students walked along the road holding umbrellas.

The ballpoint pen with the fingertips turned lightly twice, a smile appeared on her face, and she lowered her head to continue correcting the homework on the table.

The years are quiet, I'm thinking of you.

……

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, there is a Datong Temple.

It has been standing here since the Ming Dynasty. It has experienced war artillery for hundreds of years, has been repaired countless times, and is still flourishing today.

It was rainy and there were not many people who came to offer incense. Sun Wen sat on the threshold outside the Daxiong Hall, not too dirty, dangling cigarettes with his legs crossed, waiting for Xu Wei to come out.

He doesn't believe this, not even half of it.

If the gods and Buddhas inside are really alive, then they must be money fans, just like him-can they be called Buddhas again?

After all, it is for a good word, no one is more noble than anyone.

The cigarette burned slowly, and the rising smoke made him squint his eyes, and looked around, he reached out to hold the cigarette holder and took a big puff, then threw the cigarette **** on the ground and crushed it, standing up to take a look Why isn't Xu Wei coming out yet.

The magnificent Daxiong Hall is shining with gold, the hall is vast, the statues are solemn, there are few tourists, and there is a sense of solemnity in the quiet hall.

Several monks knocking wooden fish were sitting in the corner. Xu Wei, who was only dressed in red, knelt down in front of the Buddha. With her hands folded, the high Buddha statue stood peacefully, looking down on sentient beings.

That fairy-like woman, with her quiet back and the ancient temple at this moment, has a subtle sense of harmony.

Sun Wen took his steps back again, did not enter the hall, and wandered outside, swaying with his hands in his pockets.

He originally went to say goodbye to Xu Wei. Los Angeles has no reason to stay. Whether it is people or things, it has nothing to do with him. He passes through the city like a traveler and goes home.

I met Xu Wei for a while. When he left, he always had a special way. After drinking two more glasses, he was recruited into the car by Xu Wei and pulled all the way here before he could speak.

The rich have many faults.

"Why is the donor hovering in front of the door instead of entering the hall for a look?"

Sun Wenzheng was thinking about what was going on, but he was surprised by the monk who appeared next to him, frowning and saying: "The donor? Are you calling me?"

"Exactly."

"What's the matter?"

"..." The fat monk was speechless, holding his one-handed gesture of salute and raised his head slightly, "I don't know why the donor passed by the gate of the temple and didn't enter?"

"I'm too lazy to enter... Can you talk about Zou Zou's okay? Now the 21st century is a master."

Sun Wen feels annoyed when he sees him standing up with one hand.

"..."

The fat monk twitched his mouth and nodded slightly at him, keeping a smile.

"What's the matter if I don't go in?" Sun Wen looked back at the Daxiong Palace behind him, mocking: "Is there anything else to say? Disrespectful to the Buddha? I have to go in and kneel?"

"No no...The poor monk just saw the donor...Oh, I think you look different. You should be quite uncomfortable recently. I came here to tell."

"Huh?"

Sun Wen laughed angrily, "I don't know if I am going well? Do you want you to come over and tell me again?"

The fat monk turned his head and left, this guy couldn't communicate.

"Eh...Don't you tell me how to crack it?" Sun Wen shouted from behind.

"Of course there is a way." The fat monk returned with a smile again, with one palm on his chest, and looked at Sun Wen's face for a moment. The qi, although not strong, has the tendency to gather, and the work may be very unsuccessful in the next few months..."

"Just tell me how to break it, burn the incense stick?"

Sun Wen didn't bother to expose him, now he is out of work, and he hasn't gotten ridiculous. If he said that in the first two months, he might have been fooled.

"It is inevitable to give incense to the Buddha, but from the perspective of the donor, a lotus lamp needs to be placed in front of the Buddha. We chant sutras day and night to pray for the donor. The Buddha will bless himself and disasters will follow. It's gone."

"I buy a lamp, and then the Buddha will bless me?"

"Not buying, please."

"Are you asking for money?"

"It is naturally free, but the cost of the material itself has to be borne by itself."

"Hey." Sun Wenle said, "Have you figured out that I have no money in my pocket?"

"..."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Wei came out of the hall door and saw two people, one tall and one fat, talking there.

"It's nothing." Sun Wen didn't bother to pay attention to the magic stick again, and walked over two steps with his long legs.

The fat monk followed Diandian and muttered, "Don’t joke, don’t talk in front of the Buddha..."

I just saw these two people driving Maserati down the square in front of the temple. They had no money in their pockets, and they didn't believe them.

"He said that I will have a disaster next, and then I will..."

"It's broken." Xu Wei took out a small stack of red tickets from her bag. She didn't count them, but looked like a thousand or so, and handed them to the fat monk next to her.

"..."

"..."

Until he got in the car, Sun Wen was still angry at the smiling face of the fat monk.

"You are really rich."

"Do you know?" Xu Wei smiled.

"It's better to give me the money and let him get rid of the disaster, or I shave my head and chant the sutras with you every day, OK?"

"Can you read?"

Sun Wen stopped talking.

The car drove forward slowly. He turned his head and glanced at the temple door behind him, and sighed: "I don't know why you rich people like to throw money in this place."

"Otherwise, why do you think I am so rich?" Xu Wei asked back.

"Worshiping Buddha?" Sun Wen looked disdainful, "If you can worship the Buddha and worship the money, I will give it a kowtow for twenty hours a day."

Xu Wei didn't speak any more, and drove the car back to Luocheng District with a smile, and stopped directly downstairs to her home.

The floor made of black marble looks quite heavy. The bright mirror-like tiles can reflect the figure, the luxurious crystal pendant lamp, the exquisite mahogany desk......

Sun Wen glanced across the room one by one, and finally fell on Xu Wei, who was already lying on the bed, and said: "I'm here today... to say goodbye to you."

People are really incomparable. Some people live in tall buildings, some are in deep ditch, some are shining, and some are rusty. This is fate.

"Farewell?"

Xu Wei squinted her eyes and stared at him for a moment, "I haven't contacted me for so long, now say goodbye to her?"

"Well, I'm leaving now, leaving Los Angeles."

"Where to go?"

"Go home."

"...not coming back?"

"Can't come back." Sun Wen shook his head calmly.

After nearly a month of thinking about staying at home, he has accepted the reality, and he has to go back after all.

Big cities are not so easy to stay. Even if you spend half your life, you can’t change anything~ IndoMTL.com~ People are gone, money is gone, and work is gone. For him, there is no difference between staying and not staying in Los Angeles. .

Walking two steps forward, he caught a glimpse of the plastic wrap at the corner of the bed from the corner of his eye, and looked at the trash can next to him subconsciously. The two remaining rubber products inside made him suddenly feel nauseous.

Friends are just an illusion, and the two of them have always been just friends.

When Xu Wei saw Sun Wen's expression, she followed his gaze and couldn't help but smile, "They are all coaxes from foreign powers. I have been thinking of you for a long time. I will say goodbye to you later. Come here first."

"..."

Sun was out of interest, turned around after a moment of silence and said: "I'm leaving."

"Stop."

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